Seven Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Air Strike

A leather boot kept rolling on the turf of this mountain rock, trampling the turf under his feet to the ground. The owner of the boots was sitting on a natural rock, which was not big enough to hold a man's butt. The man took a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and pulled one out. Somehow the cigarette fell to the ground, he picked it up with a curse, stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, and lit the cigarette.

When the taste of nicotine fills his mouth, he relaxes. Just then, something flashed in his eyes. The man caught this burst of light alertly, and it turned out to be the reflection of the speeding car's armor shell. The man smoked a cigarette and picked up the tactical binoculars to look at it. Several speeding cars suddenly broke into sight, and the models were slightly different. The one clearing the way in front is undoubtedly a tactical flying car, and the cannon turret installed on that car is not a decoration. The latter two are ordinary personnel carriers, which are small armored vehicles with a small carrying capacity.

The three flying cars are all painted with the pattern of the Gryphon and the Sphinx. On Babylon, this family crest representing Bethkind is enough to be recognized and valued by any family.

The man jumped up excitedly, spit out the cigarette, and stepped on it a few times. Then use the headset to report: "Brother, they are here."

"Coordinates?" Toure's voice sounded in the headset.

The man quickly reported a set of coordinates, then packed his things and left the hillside immediately.

At the moment, Allen is in one of the flying cars. He was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, with one hand hanging on the edge of the window, propping his chin. Although he looked outside, he didn't know where he was flying.

This is rare free time, not to think about tasks, not to think about what to do next. Just simply emptying his head, as if returning to the time when he was a child without thinking. At that time, mother Lanny supported this small family, and life was difficult, but for Alan. That was the happiest time, even though now he is no longer a dispensable little person, even though he is already well-known in various camps and has been wooed by all parties.

But if it can be exchanged, Allen would rather use the present together to exchange the time before the age of five.

Outside the window, a ray of sunlight shot from behind the mountain, and the moment it hurt Allen, he remembered that scene again.

Snow, broken fingers, rings!

He sighed.

The soldier who was driving gave him a strange look, and the young and promising young master sitting next to him had a trace of sadness flashing across his face. The warrior can't understand, what else is there to be sad about a character like him?

At this moment, Allen's ears trembled slightly. The dazed expression was instantly replaced by seriousness, and Allen sat upright, shouting: "Attention,

Air raid! "

The soldiers next to him hadn't reacted yet, and only then did the sky feel a sense of oppression. The soldier raised his head, and the sun was shining brightly on the blue sky. Suddenly, two black spots appeared in the light and continued to expand.

The two missiles flying from behind the several peaks in front were dragging their orange tail flames, and after drawing two beautiful parabolas in the sky, they began to lower their altitude and landed precisely towards the position of the ground convoy. At this time, on the tactical flying vehicle in front of the convoy, two physical cannon turrets roared, and the cannons sprayed out shiny tracer bullets, sweeping across the oncoming missiles like whips of fire.

Suddenly, there were two shining red fireballs in the air. However, in the fireball, countless tiny black spots suddenly sputtered out. If you think it's missile fragments, you're dead wrong. Those pocket warheads are actually hidden in the missiles and protected by several layers of armor. Each warhead is only the size of a bullet, but a thin ray of fire is emitted from their tails, pushing them down.

This piece of barrage that accurately covered the entire convoy fell in an instant. In an instant, a series of dense explosions hit the three speeding cars, and fireballs competed to bloom. The sound of the explosion seemed to be playing hundreds of notes at the same time. Then converge into a high-pitched accent.

Under this intensive bombardment, there was almost no room to evade. The impact of the explosion knocked the three speeding vehicles to the ground. The outer armor of the vehicles ranged from charred black to deformed. Bursts of scorched smoke rose from the car body, and the door of the tactical speeder suddenly bounced out, flying into the air for more than ten meters, and then hit the ground with a loud bang. Then Allen jumped out of the car door, stood on the car door, reached out and pulled the bloody driver out.

The doors of the speeding car opened one after another, and the people inside kept getting out. This attack came suddenly and was not weak, but it still couldn't blow up these speeding cars. The people inside were not killed by the bombing, but were injured somewhat. The flying car's engines also don't work anymore, at least until they're fixed, so they'll just stay where they are.

At this time, several clouds of dust rose from the front. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, three armored speeding vehicles drove far away, and arrived at the scene of the attack after a while. After turning around a few times, they finally stopped, but surrounded Alan and others in the middle.

Allen was helping up a few fighters, Celine and Hubble came to his side, and the rest of the fighters also gathered. If Lieutenant Colonel Xiao was here, he would find that Alan's number was surprisingly small at the moment. Apart from him, there were only two strong men, Celine and Hubble, and the other five or six fighters were members drawn from various regiments. As for Regis, Nuoqi and others, none of them were there.

The vehicles surrounding the team stopped, the doors opened one by one, and fully armed soldiers continuously emerged from inside. Toure was also among them, but he had changed his outfit and no longer wore the uniform of an ordinary soldier to lure the enemy. The patriarch of the Golet family put on a close-fitting battle uniform today, covered with a dark silver armor with Golet's hunter pattern on the chest.

Behind Toure, the masters sent by Grant and Alexander for reinforcements were also among them. The iron braces were covered with a thick armor, and that armor even carried a cannon on its back, and there were two small ammunition boxes underneath. He was smoking a cigar, making heavy muffled noises when he walked, and looked at Alan and the others with a smirk. The brothers and sisters Logan and Fenli looked much quieter. Logan was wearing dark armor and was holding a sword in his hand. The sword was still unsheathed, but it exuded a murderous aura. Alan's appearance was reflected in Fenli's strange light blue pupils that were almost white. I don't know if it was because of her young age, she looked at Alan more curiously.

When his eyes fell on Toure, Allen smiled lightly: "The Golet family is considered a big deal. They even used the 'Juneflower' missiles to deal with me. I was really flattered that His Excellency Toure was there in person. But Looking at the situation, is Mr. Toure planning to let us go back alive?"

Toure snorted, and glanced across Allen's team, with suspicion in his eyes: "You brought only such a small number of people?"

Including Allen, there are no more than ten people in this team. But using three flying cars can be described as a waste. What's more, Toure had already received information before that Allen dispatched his hunting group alliance for this mission. Although the alliance suffered heavy losses in the previous battles, Roddy also dispatched about 20 family soldiers for Allen to use, and that number was definitely more than the one in front of him.

Allen spread his hands: "Or, how many people does Mr. Toure think there are?"

"Stop pretending to be a ghost, I know you have more than this group of people, let them come out. Today, we will settle the matter here." Tu Lei roared.

Allen laughed: "Solution? Dare I ask Mr. Toure what he wants to solve? If it's a personal grievance between me and Ham, I think General Lusen has already mediated. Mr. Toure is not afraid of the general's accountability for doing this?"

"As long as no one here survives, General Lu Sen won't be able to say anything." Toure smiled sinisterly.

"I also expected this to be the case, so I sent some people back to report the news."

Toure's younger brother Zod yelled: "Impossible, they will be stopped by our people on the way back, you should die."

Allen took a deep look at him and said with a smile, "So the Goret family really did their homework. Is it worth going to war for me alone?"

Toure couldn't help but give his brother a sideways glance: "Idiot, shut up."

Zod's words revealed the arrangements on the return journey. If Allen really sent someone back first, there must be a way to notify the other party, and then all the arrangements would be in vain. Now the number of Allen's side is obviously insufficient, and Toure wanted to catch all of them in this operation. Only by killing everyone in Allen's hands can the news of this operation not be leaked. Even if the Bethkind family becomes suspicious at that time, there is no evidence, and they will have nothing to do with themselves.

But now Allen has hidden some people, which makes Toure afraid to act rashly. Otherwise, as long as the wind leaks out, he can't afford the Bethkind family's revenge.

Toure was full of worries. He didn't expect that Alan's simple arrangement would make him mess up. At this time, Tie Fang next to him spat out his cigar on the ground and cursed: "Damn it, do you still want to fight? Are you scared, Toure?"

Allen raised his eyebrows and suddenly said: "I said why Mr. Toure is so violent. It turns out that you are not the only one who killed me. Let me guess, is this big guy from the Grant family, or Alexander?"

This is not difficult to guess. After all, the Golet family is just a new family, and it is not yet ranked in Babylon. Beth Kede has been gaining power for a long time. Even if he gave Toure ten courages, he dared not openly want to kill Alan, the heir of the family, because of his son's personal grievances. The reason is simple. Toure's doing so would do more harm than good. But if the two are reversed, for example, if other big families promise to pay heavily, then it's a different matter.

Then I heard that the big guy didn't have much respect for Toure at all, obviously it wasn't from the Golet family. Of course, Alan is very clear about the families who can't wait for Alan to die now. Among them, there must be Grant and Alexander at the front.

Toure's face darkened, and he scolded Iron Fang a hundred times in his heart. First it was Zod's slip of the tongue, and now it's Iron Fang, Toure really doesn't understand why there are some idiots around him!

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